Path Of The Sword Novels & Stories

"The problem is kind of out here." Pux turned to Renny. "Remember what I told you. The inside of each sword is a realm," Pux said. The tiny man then turned back to Rhychard. "The Blade exists as the bridge between realms. She should be able to get to them just as she brought us to the Summerlands." Renny moved closer, her power sending the demons' magic into the nothingness between realms before it could strike her. "But the Warriors in the sword are dead," she pointed out. "How can I bring them here?"

That was when everyone realized the thundering sound from the sword was triggered by the Lightning Order of the Path Intent. "I thought Path Intents like this require one to gain an insight instead of using words to explain them," Willow asked out of curiosity. Even though everyone was surprised, they were interested as well. "It's true that it requires one to gain insight, but the sloppy swordsman's Universal Sword Formation contains the Path of Heaven and Earth Intent. As long as one wields the Lightning Order of the Path Intent's technique and incorporates it, one will gain a sense of it. "As someone corrupted by Klondike, the sloppy swordsman sensed the Lightning Order of the Path but wa

Nix was standing at the window, growling, which only made Stacy go into Rayne mode. She slipped from her desk chair, moving to her closet door, sliding the door open, and she picked up her two half swords, the length of her arms. The silver-coated blades had cost her almost her house in the end, but she loved the way they tore through vampire flesh like butter. With the two weapons in her hands, she closed her eyes and seemed to change into another person. In this mood, she was sensing things that she hadn’t noticed before. Someone was outside her house; Rayne wouldn’t have that.

In the process, he had forgotten that he had once loved me too. Hazily, I heard someone calling my name. When I snapped back to reality, I saw Dad plunging a dagger through his chest. Even so, he was smiling. Slowly, I, too, faded away, with nothing left to feel.

#dailyprompts 15th Up for take, no strings attached --- She fell for the wrong man. He is not the only rich man in the city, but no one dares to cross him. It costs not just money, but lives if anyone dares to try. Not even "the shark" -- the iron-wrist business man, his own father -- could control him. Or he wouldn't have left the rich life young at 16 to make his own name, and to build an even bigger empire himself.

Alex purred in my mind. "Zeus she is here. Can I go now?" I asked like a child. "Take these. You know they are her favorite." Zeus hands me a plate of ribs with a look that says good luck. I take the plate and look for Venus in the crowd. She is standing with her back to me about 50 yards away. "Hey there princess, I've got a plate full of ribs with your name on it." I say sweetly. She slowly turns around and those gorgeous silver eyes pierce through my soul.

I bumped into Henry, a sorcerer who had saved me on my way to the southern pack claiming that I was digging my own grave if I dared to go there. I don't fully trust Henry for now but he wasn't as bad as I had imagined him to be. He has been quite helpful, one could say. I wanted to sever all ties with Sage and not ever walk back into his life or have anything to do with him but fate had other plans for us, now I am bounded to him completely. I am carrying his heir and I’m sure if not now, sooner or later he’d come to figure out my whereabouts, I can hide under Henry's cocoon for too long

The only problem was what I would use to hit it. I couldn’t draw NightSword. Not only was the sword’s legend so tightly woven with both fact and fiction, it was said to belong only to rightful alphas of the packs. It had been passed down from dynasty to dynasty, making its way safely from father to son until it was lost almost five hundred years ago. A while back, I would’ve called the Sword’s tale make-believe. Not now. Not when I found and bonded it.

She glanced around and saw that the village elders were in complete attendance. Behind the Duke's son stood two new faces, the foreigner and the noble who she talked to earlier this morning. She tried to bring her mind to what they discussed just to distract herself from what happened inside the manor. The Sword of the Godslayer. She thought to herself. If my father had access to the artifact she just held, is there any chance that he might have had the Zephyrean sword as well?

I immediately shove myself off his grip, cleared off imaginary dust from my dress. "What do you want? I didn't order anything and I don't think Rana did so why are you here?" I asked in a really cold manner, not remembering to show my gratitude to him because I didn't think it was necessary. "I have a delivery for Miss Rana Greene." He resumed with his grin and brought out a book that was made out of papers and a wood, and a pen. He gave me a big box and I yelped from the expectation of it to be heavy but it was really light-weighted than I had expected it to be.